Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Argentina and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Grass Roots to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Malaria!,
Aloha Tigers,
Marine Girls,
Smog,
Spandau Ballet,
Black Pus,
Hardrive,
The Move,
Bill Wells,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Minnie Riperton,
Colin Newman,
Harry Pussy,
Robert Görl,
Tomorrow,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pulsallama,
Gregory Isaacs,
Joyce Sims,
Tim Buckley,
The Remains,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Bar-Kays,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Human League,
Cecil Taylor,
Marmalade,
Derrick Morgan,
The Monks,
Slick Rick,
Heaven 17,
China Crisis,
10cc,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Blossom Toes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Public Enemy,
Khruangbin,
the Swans,
Icehouse,
Silicon Teens,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Residents,
Rod Modell,
Ohio Players,
Max Romeo,
Main Source,
a-ha,
the Slits,
Yellowson,
Country Teasers,
David Axelrod,
Gabor Szabo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Chris Corsano,
Outsiders,
Black Sheep,
The Selecter,
Gang of Four,
Minny Pops,
Toni Rubio,
Howard Jones,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.